Tom was very vigorous pounding the pigs ass.
He never was that smart all he knew was working out and posing.
And his comments to the others in the gym was getting on Cray's
nerves.
So Cray asked Tom into his bedroom for a quick little chat and too Tom
to a back room.
I see your getting a few stretch marks there.
Yea guess so.
I have something that will help that.
What?
This ointment.
Oh great the stuff I have been using doesn't do a bit of good. Tom
grabbed the jar out of Crays hand and grabbed a huge amount and
started rubbing it all over himself.
Woah big boy just a bit. It was too late it was already absorbing into
his body.
Tom looked at the gobs of ointment in his hands and on his chest and
belly and wondered what to do with it but then kept rubbing it in.
Dis is makin me dizzy.
And with a thud Tom collapsed to Cray's bed.
Cray came out of the bedroom and everyone had their eyes on him.
Tom passed out I guess he had too much beer. You know when you don't
drink at all and you have one or two it really hits you and he had
half a dozen.
He will be ok.
The party continued and everyone had their fill and at 3 in the
morning when everyone had gone home Cray went back to his bedroom
where he saw Tom sleeping and a huge mound of belly and man tits
resting there. And they were getting bigger.
But the unusual thing was that Tom seemed to have gotten younger. He
looked almost 18, not that Tom was old at 31 but he was starting to
show signs of age.
When Tom woke up the next afternoon he was so big that he had to trust
himself from the bed. And although his penis wasn't small there was no
way he could see it past his big belly.
His clothes had shredded from his body except the elastic on his
underwear that was stretched to the max.
He was almost smooth and that was unusual for this man he had to shave
his body to be in the competitions.
I knew he was going to get dumber which wasn't a stretch when Cray
almost had to point Tom to the bathroom to drain the snake and clean
up.
Say Tommy, Cray said. You ready for work?
Tommy bounded out of the bathroom trying to dry himself with a beach
towel that looked like a hand cloth next to his fat body.
Sure what are we going to do.
I got you a job as a janitor at the Gym.
Oh Boy I always wanted to be a janitor.
And that was the start of big Tommy's career.